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Desert Flux
Here is a lesson in discard. After the fire
Bird "A" continues to hover
on her scientific twig (on the shadow
of twig-)
Bird "B" is flying in circles.
Ruptured hoop
of the sun's corona. What led
you here? The wrecking moon;
the vast,
tight passage of impasse. Light that is bridal,
& in the end, a nuisance.
How to fathom
the sequence of the body; its trial
& veil.
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